She was perfect. Beautiful. Smooth and lithesome. He couldn’t get air into his lungs.
Were they doing this deliberately? Trying to get him so horny he’d agree to fuck Krissa?
Nate set his drink down on the small table beside his chair and yanked his T-shirt off. Krissa had lit candles as the sun had lowered, and he didn’t need the sunglasses any more, but tonight he wanted to keep them on. He needed a shield, needed the protection the lenses gave him.
He stepped out of his shorts, excruciatingly aware of Krissa’s eyes on him. She’d stepped nearer the tub, then climbed in, still watching him. He’d never been self conscious about his body. He was an athlete, years of his life devoted to swimming, cycling and running. He’d lived much of his life at the beach, wearing next to nothing, and he’d admit to skinnydipping in pools or the ocean a few times. But at that moment, he was aware of every muscle moving, stiff and jerky as he stepped toward the tub.
His glanced skidded over the others. Steve and Kim hadn’t even cast a look his way, seemed oblivious. They talked, sipped their drinks and laughed. Derek’s eyes moved from Krissa to Nate and back again.
He wanted to call Derek on it. He hadn’t changed a bit since college. They’d indulged in some pretty wild times, and while Derek had accused him of liking to watch, Nate knew it was more the other way around. Derek liked to watch—and there’d been many a night where Nate and Sue had put on a show for him.
Yeah, sometimes Nate liked to watch. But he liked to be watched, too. And Krissa’s intent gaze had his dick swelling to a massive erection.
He quickly submerged himself in the stinging water, sure nobody else was sporting a huge boner like he was. Krissa slid in, between him and Kim.
Krissa sighed and leaned her head back. “The stars are so pretty.”
Nate gulped, at a loss for words.
Steam swirled and rose around them, blurring Derek’s face across the tub like a soft focus lens. The pungent scent of chlorine tickled Nate’s nose, and the heated water bubbled and churned against his skin.
“Isn’t this nice?” Krissa turned her head his way.
“It’s great,” he choked. He wished he hadn’t left his drink out of reach. He needed it. His glasses steamed up but he didn’t care, didn’t want to see anything.
That was a lie. He had to force himself not to turn and look at Krissa, sitting there naked right beside him, within touching distance. If he moved his leg, he could touch her.
He closed his eyes against the desire that swamped him. And then he noticed Kim and Steve moving closer. Steve bent his head and Kim turned her face up and they kissed. Not just a peck. A long, open-mouthed kiss.
Nate looked at Derek. He watched the couple kiss with avid eyes. Nate risked a glance at Krissa, wondering if she watched, too.
She was watching him.
Their eyes met, and he didn’t think she could really see his behind the dark glasses but he shivered inside anyway. They communicated wordlessly and he sensed her question, her doubt, her desire.
How they hell was he supposed to say no to her?
He sank lower into the eddying water, letting a jet pound into the muscles of his back. Fuck. He was in big trouble. Especially when Krissa’s hand found his thigh under the water.
Startled he looked down. He couldn’t even see their bodies under the white foam, so he didn’t expect the others could either. But still…Derek sat right there, and she had her hand on his thigh, dangerously close to being able to feel exactly how aroused he was.
Kim and Steve continued to make out, tongues licking each other, mouths sliding, opening. Kim reached an arm up to her husband’s shoulder, exposing her breasts. Water swirled around them.
Dispassionately, Nate realized he didn’t like Kim’s breasts. Too big, too fake, the nipples looked stretched and distorted. They almost repulsed him.
He had to look. He had to see Krissa’s perfect tits again. He let his eyes search them out in the roiling foam and, as if sensing his regard, she lifted up slightly so he could see them, her fingers digging into his quadriceps. Jesus.
He was dissolving, the heat and motion of the water melting hm. He felt as if his body was spinning away from him in the twirling currents, lost, helpless.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he choked out.
Krissa didn’t smile. Just looked at him. “Yes.”
“Derek.” The one world held a million questions.
Her big eyes responded wordlessly. He closed his.
He was going to sleep with his friend’s wife.
